Thursday, September 20, 2012

Fabulous Friday


Magazines make me feel bad. They always have. I read them anyway. I believe Albert Einstein said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I guess that makes me insane. I never had magazine subscriptions...until recently. When I started this blog I decided that I really needed to be in the know, and what better way to be in the know than to subscribe to a load of fashion and design mags?

A few days ago, I was at the gym reading an unnamed glossy, and I came across an article about breast cancer. Usually the articles that make me feel bad are about diets or what celebrities (don't) eat. This one was about how to reduce your risk for the big "C."

Now you are probably thinking cancer = feeling bad, but I was thinking cancer = not about dieting = score. The article listed four things that you can do to help yourself: exercise, maintain a healthy weight,  limit your drinking, and give birth before your mid-thirties. These all seem like very reasonable and intuitive things. But, I am suddenly pumping it out on the elliptical in a complete frenzy.

About exercise: "About five hours of brisk walking a week is ideal...you don't have to be a marathoner!" Um, five hours of brisk walking a week sounds like a marathon to me.
About maintaining a healthy weight: "The less fat cells you have, the safer you are." Ah!!!! Pump faster!
About drinking: "If you have more than one glass of wine in an evening, take the next few days off." Shoot.
And the baby thing...well let's just say that thirty is breathing down my neck like a beast.

Suddenly I'm thinking about how I can possibly fit in a few more hours of walking a week, I'm mourning my soon-to-occur abstention from wine, I'm thinking that I need to drop five to ten, and the baby thing...yeah.

Then I realize I am insane.

It is a well known fact that more often than not, beauty magazines make us feel ugly.

My mom often says that blogs remind her of magazines that come everyday. I think that's a great analogy. But, I don't want to be that kind of magazine. I hope that when you read this blog you feel anything but ugly. In fact, I hope you feel fabulous. Really fabulous. Super duper fabulous because God knows there is enough crap out there to make even the most fabulous among us feel like a failure. This Friday, have two glasses of wine, only walk half a mile, and toast to your own fabulosity cause there is no judgment here.

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